This time, it was especially nice because I had a sick #3 that had come home from school that morning with the flu (we thought), and there were excessive amounts of bickering going on as I exited my home, overnight bag in hand. There may or may not have been little thoughts of "See ya, sucker!" directed at the Daddy, but I will neither confirm nor deny on that point. That was at 6pm on Monday.
Fast forward to 7am Tuesday. I am home. I am pleasant. I am rested and ready to conquer the world. Okay, fine. I'm home and I'm awake, but that's about it. As soon as I pull up to the house, the Daddy is in the open front doorway, motioning for me to hurry my jiggly posterior up to the house. Again: it's morning. I'm awake, but that's about it. And I am not amused with the increasingly urgent "MOVE YOUR JIGGLY POSTERIOR" motions coming from the Daddy in the doorway, prior to my first cup of coffee, and following an hour long drive back home. I swear to you, if it had been because he couldn't find the coffee filters or socks for #5, there would have been blood spatter and prison time involved.
The Daddy says, "Look at your son!"
And I say (rather intelligently, I might add), "I'm looking at him. What?!"
and the Daddy says, "Caryn. Look. At. Your. Son!!!"
And I say, somewhat testily, "I AM LOOKING AT.... oh, holy crap. Um. Yeah. Got it."
Overnight, #3 broke out in the most bizarre, scary looking rash I have ever seen. It's what comes to mind when reading about pestilence in the bible. At this point, suddenly it was time for everyone to go to school, and I swear I could hear "See ya, sucker!" coming from the Daddy's brain.
The Daddy got the pleasure of taking #3 to the pediatrician, and I played the part of the Guilt Queen at home. "THIS is what happens when I leave my family. There is PESTILENCE! I KNEW I should have stayed home like a good Momma and taken care of him. But I didn't. And NOW he has PESTILENCE!"
This, people, is why the Daddy should never, ever be allowed to take a monster to the doctor. So I said, "Does the pestilence #3 has, have a name?" and the Daddy said, "Yep! It's a virus! Just like *I* said it was!" and I asked, "Did you get a doctors' note for school?" and the Daddy said, "Nope. You didn't tell me to." and I said, "Um. So, it's contagious, and we have a Logan with the immunity of a flea.... shouldn't I be banishing #3 to his room until his fever breaks?" and the Daddy, may he rest in peace, said "Nope. It will make Logan stronger if he has to deal with viruses."
So, here I am, at 4:50 am Wednesday, telling you all about our adventures, and at the same time explaining why there has been no silliness on the blog this week. Also, my cell phone died mid adventure, so today I need to reassure my parents and #3's school administrators that apparently, while the pestilence is scary and contagious, as long as there is no eye goop, #3 will be back in school next week, no worse for wear. Or something like that. Maybe I should just call the pediatrician in a few hours and get the whole story from HIM....
No Daddies were harmed in the making of this blog post. But they SHOULD have been.
Images in this post from the Google images.